I glanced in the rearview mirror just in time to realize a distracted driver in a pickup truck was barrelling down the hill behind me. I braced for impact.
The dramatic sounds of metal twisting and glass shattering shook me, but I was more stunned than hurt. My dog, Bailey, and I had been on our way to the park, to practice the commands he had recently mastered in beginning obedience class:
It took me a few minutes to realize that Bailey, who had been riding in the back of my station wagon, had jumped through the broken back window and run off into the woods, trailing his leash — via redwolf.newsvine.com